..who cares? Right? So, just enjoy the story as a story and leave it at that. So, enjoy! ]1976. Summer. Los Angeles, CA. No one is going to believe th...s, I know. But, believe it, or not, I had one of the most unusual experiences of my life (then, or now) while I was living, or trying to live, in Los Angeles, CA; and trying (without success, I must ad) to get into the porn business as a porn actor. How many young men have tried to do that? Probably thousands; each thinking they are going to be. Running in the morning always made me horny. I jerked the leash harshly and told him to come to the top of the stairs so I could fuck his juicy ass. I slid my hard dick into his pink hole. It slid in easily as over the past six years I had broken him in well. My dick filled up his butt pussy. He moaned with pleasure saying, “Thank you, sir!” That’s what he’s supposed to tell me repeatedly when I fuck him.I grunted, “That’s a good fag. Take this dick.”“Thank you, sir! I love your big Black. Liked it. The tip of her nail ran across my stomach, causing me to tense and squirm as she circled my midriff, and slowly continued along the inside of my legs."Do you like the way I touch you?" she purred. "Aren't you so humiliated that I am making your pussy drip with excitement?" T-that isn't true!" I stammered, lifting my neck to look down my body at my pussy. Even without looking, I could tell that she was right. A small line of pussy juice ran down from inside my inner lips to my tiny. Her demands were growing. I had no idea of the real time that I spent as her victim but I thought that I was becoming short of sleep. We were sitting side by side on the settee with our glasses of wine after another evening meal. “Why aren’t you sleeping, James?” she asked.I blushed.“I’m dreaming too much, and those dreams are becoming nightmares,” I admitted.“You shouldn’t have nightmares about the statistics examination,” She said.“They’re not about statistics…”“Oh. That sort of.